Author Archives: katemccarrollmoore

A Snowy Egret lives in the creek beside my office. Sometimes he sits alone on the fence. Sometimes he stands by the water’s edge. Waiting Waiting Watching Waiting Sometimes I see him flying, white wings open, still. Soaring Soaring Gliding … Continue reading →

Safeway parking lot early morning, almost light lone duck waddle-wanders between the lines across the vast, through sudden puddles – aimless and unhurried while we rush past   (Day 17: 1 Subject 30 Ways #settingpoem)

In the beginning Was the word And the word Became a bird Majestic and strong, swift and fleet A kettle of hawks A gaggle of geese A murder of crows A flush of quail A shimmer of hummingbirds A scold … Continue reading →

The routine sameness of the drive to work Sorting through the day ahead This, then that, this, then that   Next to me, great blue heron Gliding along, matching me mile for mile Startles me back into a larger life, … Continue reading →

Something flickered I caught a glimpse of swooping grace and wings a world of wonder with yellow eyes staring right at me   The hawk became my teacher These are my lessons learned   Be a keen observer Pay attention … Continue reading →

My grandpa walked out of the nursing home Wandered a mile away Stood on the corner and spun all around Which way is home? he fretted, he wondered, he worried Just like the little brown bird that showed up this … Continue reading →

Two beautiful bald eagles Majestic and strong Built a nest High in a redwood tree Raised a hatchling there Taught it to spread its wings   Then they all disappeared   A year passed   They were all off somewhere … Continue reading →

That noble hawk watching from the lightpole Messenger from the otherside This is the year that my father died.   This is the year that I put pen to paper Bird scratch across the empty pages Trying to capture a … Continue reading →

The hummingbird was humming at the feeder I was at the kitchen sink The bird looked up and saw me there Hummed a beeline straight for me   He didn’t see the window He hit it with such force It … Continue reading →

I picked up a bundle of something That rolled right past me on my walk Some yarn and some twigs and mysterious things Held together with nothing but air I turned it over a time or two Until it became … Continue reading →